In the night full of stars in the sky, on the ground beside the lake there were many beautiful flowers radiating many colors of light. It was a dazzling sight to behold. There were two figures standing there, a male and female. Both were heavily injured and they were breathing heavily from running. The male had a white dress and the female had a blue-purplish dress, but their dresses were torn badly. They were covered in injuries, and their clothes had been dyed red from their blood.
A group of people who were chasing them found them.
"You demons! We've finally found you—this is the end!"
"You killed my parents. Today, I'll behead you, cursed couple, and claim my vengeance!"
The people in the group cursed them and screamed, but none dared to make a move. They were not this couple's match. They just encircled them to stop them from escaping.
Soon, an old man with his elite team joined the group, and the people immediately made way for him and the elites.
"You demons have guts—daring to infiltrate our righteous path territory to steal the inheritance." he said calmly.
Then, with a seemingly sincere expression, he added, "Zhou Jingxuan, just hand over the inheritance, and I'll let you leave."
The injured young man, Zhou Jingxuan, sneered. "Have you gone senile with age, Old Xiao? Do you take me for a fool?"
The old man's calm façade cracked, his voice thundering in fury. "Then you will die here today!"
The old man waved his hands at the elites and the group from before—"Attack."
From the elites, a young lady who wore red battlefield attire stepped ahead of the group to attack—"Today is the day you die, demoness."
Seeing that they were about to attack, the demoness also stepped forward. Her eyes turned purple, a mysterious eerie purple lightning appeared in both of her hands.
"Stop, Meng Die. We'll take the gamble." Jingxuan stopped her and immediately activated some kind of shield wall, shadow-black in color.
She stopped, her eyes returning to normal. Glancing at him, she smiled softly, then clasped Jingxuan's hand. Their fingers intertwined. A shadow blade pierced their palms, pressing tightly together until blood seeped from their wounds and dripped onto the mysterious glowing object in the man's hand.
Boom!
A blinding light erupted, engulfing the entire area.
"Stop them—they're up to something!" the old man roared, leaping forward to strike.
Within the blinding light, Jingxuan laughed loudly, reciting a poem:
"The night sky is filled with stars,
yet my aspirations burn the brightest.
Starlight fades…
before the dawn of my ambition's light."
"Hahahahaha!"
Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Meng Die's face—"He is still the same."
Meng Die swore to herself: If I get this chance and reincarnate successfully, I'll protect my beloved ones. As she vowed, Jingxuan's image surfaced in her heart.
Meng Die and Jingxuan began to recall their life in reverse order. In the long life of three hundred years both lived, they didn't have an easy life. Meng Die was a young miss from the righteous path, but the righteous path was righteous in name only. Her childhood was hell due to the righteous path scoundrels. She lost her family and everything to these scoundrels. While Jingxuan's life was not as hellish as Meng Die's, he had also lived a tough life. He was naive and had a hellish life for the first hundred years of his life, but after that, the world just witnessed the Demon Lord's rampage, not the other way around. They both met each other around two hundred and fifty years of their life, and that was when Meng Die was happiest and had the easiest years. Before that, her life was pure hell.
The inheritance clearly stated that the chance of reincarnation was nothing more than a miracle, but they had no choice because they were going to die either way. They were encircled heavily, and they didn't have any other methods—they could only resort to this.
But they didn't fear death, nor did either of them have any regret.
Jingxuan thought quietly: I guess this is the end. His lips curved into a faint smile.
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Three hundred years in the past—
In a town named Si Fanghu. It was a cold night. The town was covered in the darkness of night, but a few street lamps flickered faintly, and the outer rim of the town had several watchtowers casting dim light. This town was equally shared by a four-clan alliance. Guards patrolled the streets, but aside from them, not a single person could be seen.
In the territory of the Zhou Clan, inside a two-storied building—
A young boy suddenly jolted awake from his sleep, his chest heaving as though escaping a nightmare. His body was drenched in sweat. First, he looked at his hands and feet—they were small and bore some scars, which he ignored. Then, frantically, he touched every part of himself before leaping out of bed and rushing to the mirror.
Staring at his reflection, he quickly steadied his breath. Though still shaken, he knew the truth—this was his own body, as it had been three hundred years ago.
His appearance was above average: not strikingly handsome, yet far from plain. He had a thin frame and a height a little short for his age. He looked like a young boy with pale white skin, deep black irises, and long hair that reached his waist.
His eyes shone with happiness and excitement. They had achieved the impossible—the reincarnation was successful.
His gaze suddenly turned resolute, and he burst into loud laughter. In his previous life, he had failed. Yet even in death, he carried no regrets—for he had done everything within his power to pursue his goal. He had killed when necessary, robbed when necessary, and never allowed anything to obstruct his path.
He was a demon who had committed countless crimes for the sake of ambition, branded a criminal feared across the world. In the end, he was still weak—he was captured and killed. But in this life, he swore to rise stronger than ever before. No matter the cost, this demon would achieve immortality. He would not waste this second chance.
But then, his expression shifted. A sudden sensation told him that Meng Die had also successfully reincarnated. His smile faded, for he knew her situation in this era would be far harsher than his own.
That night, he did not sleep at all. His heart was torn between worry for Meng Die and excitement for the future, already making countless plans in his mind.
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In Yelan City. This city was huge, incomparable to Si Fanghu Town—almost ten times larger. The city was full of street lights, and not a single house had turned its lamp off. The streets were bustling with people. This was Yelan, the City of Night. Fires burned on the street poles to keep the city warm and to brighten the streets. It was a grand sight.
In the center of the city stood a grand church. Its stones were milk white, radiating a faint light that gave the church a divine look. Beside the church were two palaces, standing to the west and east. Their structures were similar, but both paled in comparison to the church's grand aura. Inside a room in the east palace, a small girl had fainted from excessive crying. She was alone inside the room.
Suddenly, the girl woke up, her eyes wide with shock as she stared blankly. She felt the coldness of the floor beneath her, for she had fainted there. Slowly, she rose from the ground and sat on the bed. As she checked her body, her little hands and feet confirmed it—she had reincarnated.
There was no mirror or any other furniture in this room, so she couldn't fully check her appearance. The room was nothing but a prison. Still, she could tell her hair was a mess from crying and collapsing on the floor. As she looked around, her heart sank. She realized when she had reincarnated into. This was the worst timing she could have gotten—it was the most hellish part of her long life of three hundred years.
Meng Die muttered, "Back to the hell hole."
A storm of emotions surged in her chest: happiness, anger, hatred. At the same time, she felt a powerful urge to escape this place and find Jingxuan as soon as possible. She worried whether he had successfully reincarnated or not.
Soon, however, she sensed it—Jingxuan had also reincarnated. The happiness in her eyes could not be concealed.